Batman followed Merkel and walked deeper into the mine. The two found a fairly quiet corner where there was a bonfire and two logs used as chairs.
Batman and Merkel sat down face to face. Merkel moved the barbecue grill next to him, pierced two pieces of mushrooms on the wooden skewer in the middle, lit the bonfire, and while roasting, he said:
"Here, I get hungry much slower than in reality. When I'm busy, I don't even think about eating. I've only eaten two meals in the past three days. Come and try this. This is comparable to a mine.
The rotten vegetable leaves provided are much more delicious."
Batman took the string of mushrooms handed over by Merkel. He had just been treated by the Elder Triton. He didn't actually feel hungry, but the mushrooms gave off a scent, and the human instinct to eat was awakened. Batman took a bite.
The juicy mushroom meat and the delicious fragrance rushed into his nose, making him sigh with some comfort.
Merkel brought two more cups, poured a small packet of powder into them, took out a kettle and filled them with water. The moment the water was poured in, there was a "pop" sound and bubbles rose in the cup.
He handed a glass to Batman, and then said: "This is water made with a small amount of blaze powder. The blaze powder can provide the temperature of the water and has an effect similar to wine. I think it's pretty good. You have to try it."
?"
Batman squinted his eyes and glanced at the water in the cup. It looked a bit like bubbles on the surface of beer. It also smelled like a sour fermentation. After taking a sip, Batman found that it was more like bubbles than beer.
Sparkling vodka.
He was not interested in wine, so he put the cup aside, but Merkel took a sip, wiped her mouth, and said excitedly: "This reminds me of the first time I went to Moscow.
At that time, I really didn’t know that vodka was so strong, it was much stronger than the liqueur I drank in England!”
Merkel sighed and sighed: "Perhaps, just like that nation, there is an innate wild temperament that does not want to be manipulated by others."
"Are you a Soviet?" Batman took another bite of mushroom skewers and asked as he ate. After traveling through the slums, he had become very accustomed to such a scene. It would be better to say that this short period of leisure now
The time is extremely precious, which makes him feel a little relaxed.
"I am an Englishman through and through. When I was in school, I came into contact with Marxism. When I first read that book, I was deeply attracted by the theory in it. I felt that maybe I could
In this theory, the answers to all questions can be found."
"But the more I read, the more confused I became." Merkel took another sip of wine. The spicy taste made him cough twice, and then said: "Originally, I could understand everything on it, but as I
The more I read, the more I read, but I found that I couldn’t understand anything.”
"So, I started looking for someone to ask for advice, but you also know that Britain is a relatively conservative country. You can't talk about how God was created as an artistic image in front of a group of believers..."
"By chance, I was involved in a spy case and met people from Moscow. I chatted with them all night. They thought I had great potential and good skills, so they introduced me to a housekeeper school.
.”
"There, I found many like-minded friends. We talked about the ideas in various books every night, from the Enlightenment to the Natural School, from how Macbeth died, to Paul Korchagin and
How Daya fell in love..."
Batman looked at Merkel opposite, and he noticed that when Merkel said these words, there was a moving light shining in her eyes.
But for some reason, Batman didn't have a real sense of everything he said. He found that he couldn't put himself in other people's shoes and feel the happiness.
Although his reason was telling him that with Merkel's background and experience, that was probably the happiest time in his life, and now that they were companions and comrades-in-arms, he should have felt the same and felt for her in such a narrative.
And happy.
But Batman didn't feel this way. He heard Merkel change the subject and talk about his hard training years.
"At that time, the teacher had to teach us many means of self-protection, requiring us to be strong, quick, and calm-minded. I did the first two things well. The teacher often said that my fighting talent was very good. The only problem was that my fighting ability was very good.
Not very cool-headed.”
Merkel pursed her lips, showed a regretful expression, and then said: "Because of this, I was not selected for the first round and could only go to the fifth round to be an action agent. In many cases, I would be hot-headed."
, and the most fatal thing is that my grades in cultural classes are not very good..."
"If, as you said, your butler school trains action agents, that is, agents who engage in intelligence work, infiltration and assassination, then what do you teach in your cultural classes?" Batman asked.
"Of course it is to raise awareness." Merkel said very seriously: "We must comprehensively study the theoretical knowledge left by our predecessors."
Merkel looked into Batman's eyes, and then explained: "My teacher often told me that you must not treat yourself as a gun, and you can't just shoot wherever someone tells you to."
Batman frowned. This was completely different from the agent training system he had learned. It could even be said to be completely opposite. Among the training methods he had learned about killers and agents, the most important thing was obedience.
"I know you may be surprised that there is an organization that requires agents not only to obey orders, but also to think independently. However, I must first understand why I am working to determine my level and ability.
"
"I am not motivated by profit, reputation and status to join this war, but for the ideal of justice and light."
"I am not participating in this war for myself, but for all mankind."
"I am not participating in this war for the present, but for the future."
"We must understand in our studies that I have devoted myself to this great cause because of my own ideals and fought for the liberation of all mankind in the future. This will allow me to stand firm in any critical situation and severe situation.
There will never be hesitation, hesitation or betrayal."
"Thousands of seniors who have walked before me have the same ideals as me and have achieved such great achievements."
In Batman's eyes, the bonfire burned more and more fiercely. The fiery red color at the base of the flame burned his eyes and made him feel a little cold, but his blood was tingling.
In the beating of the flames, just like that day, he saw many figures passing by, trains speeding on the snowy fields, horns blaring through the cold and silent streets, thousands of people walking in the light of the fire, and again
Along the curls of smoke, it disappeared into the distance.
Alfred was never willing to mention these things to Batman head-on, and Schiller never talked about his ideals to him. Therefore, this was the first time that Batman faced a Bolshevik, a true idealist, head-on.
A warrior who is still walking on this road.
This made him feel a kind of shock, but he didn't know what the emotion was that was surging in his heart and blood.
Batman is a mental patient. This is not an insulting description. The mental trauma in his childhood is real.
When the personality is not completely stable, any trauma may cause the human spirit to deviate in the direction of pathological mental illness.
This may lead to many problems in subsequent personality growth. For example, even if he does not suffer from autism, he will still have defects caused by spectrum characteristics, that is, he is often unable to have normal empathy.
Just like now, I feel overwhelmed by some sudden emotion and unable to handle it.
Batman tilted his head to one side as if escaping, trying to calm down, but Merkel seemed to see the purpose of coming here, and he said: "I think you may have encountered something while leading the team.
I have a problem, so I wanted to ask my opinion."
"This is actually normal. The gap between the upper and lower limits of this group of demons in hell is too big. The intelligence of the dwarf demons is equivalent to that of seven or eight-year-old human children. There are some demons with good intelligence, but their thinking is too chaotic, and some are...
Too irritable..."
"It is very difficult to lead such a team. I did learn some speaking skills in the housekeeper school. Mr. Schiller also gave me some advice before. However, Mr. Wayne, just relying on these speaking skills is also
You can’t lead a team well.”
Merkel looked seriously into Batman's eyes and said: "You must first have an ideal, and then you can use your ideal to infect others. You must first be firm on a path before you can lead your comrades on this path."
"If you want people to cheer up and fight for themselves, you must first know what you are fighting for."
"The fact is, if you can't find a way to answer all your own questions, then you can't find a way to answer the questions of the people you want to liberate."
Following Merkel's words, Batman fell into deep thought. Now he really has to think about a question, that is, what is he fighting for?
Before he would answer, he wanted to save Gotham.
But I don’t know why, after listening to Merkel’s previous speech, this goal suddenly became difficult to express.
Could it be that he could tell these demons that he was going to save a very bad city, so they should think hard, own themselves, and fight for themselves?
This doesn't make sense at all logically.
He can't even tell the people at the bottom of Gotham, I want to save Gotham, so you must work hard to be independent and save yourself.
He cannot do this when his ideal is to save Gotham, so all he has to do is make the people of Gotham understand that they need to save themselves.
If we wanted to express this logic in a simple way, it would probably be, because it is an apple, it is an apple.
If I want to make a more vivid metaphor, it's like Merkel owns a building, so she points to the building and says to everyone else, you have to learn how to lay this brick, and then everyone will learn how to lay this brick.
There is a building.
Batman holds a brick and says to others, "You must learn how to lay this brick," and then the brick is laid.
Sometimes, you have to use anti-aircraft guns to fight mosquitoes. The reason why an ideal is called an ideal is because it must have a high enough tone and be great enough to make people have the consciousness to sacrifice and fight for it all their lives.
Saving Gotham is actually very difficult, and may even be much more difficult than what Merkel has accomplished in her lifetime. It can be a goal, but it cannot be an ideal.
Saving Gotham can be Batman's goal, and in order to accomplish this goal, he must have a greater ideal and an ideological theory derived from it.
To save Gotham, there is no possibility of ideological theory derived from ideals. On the way to saving Gotham, Batman can only obtain improvements in technical theory, but cannot gain any self-consistent logic, appeal, and one-size-fits-all knowledge.
thought of.
However, ideas are precisely the sharpest blade necessary to save someone or something, advance the times, and change the pattern.